The Press., 1887-06-23
IssuedEVGrY. Thursday Evening.
(From the Chicago News.)
 BEANS AS A MEDICINE.

The members of the Boston Commercial Club are charming gentlemen. They are now the guests of the Chicago Commercial Club, and are being shown every attention that our market affords. They are a fine looking lot, we'll dressed and we'll manner ed, with just enough whiskers to be inn pressive without being imposing.
 "This is a darned likely village" said Seth Adams, last evening. Everybody is rushin' round and doin' business as if his | life depended on it. Should think they'd git all tuckered out fore night, but I'll be darned if there ain't just as many folks on the street after nightfall as afore. We're stoppin' at the Palmer tavern, and my chamber is up so alfred high that I can count all your meetin house steeples from the winder."
 Last night five or six of these Boston merchants sat around the office of the ho- tel and discussed matters and things. Pretty soon they got to talking about beans-this was the subject which they dwelt on with evident pleasure.
 "Waal, sir, said Ephraim Taft, a whole sale dealer in maple sugar and favored lozenges, "you kin talk bout your new fashioned dishes an highfalutin' eatin', but when you come right down to it, there ain't no better eatin' than dish O baked pork n beans." ....
 "That's so, b goshl" chorused the oth- CTS.
 "The truth O the matter is," continued MT. Taft, "that beans is good for every body-'t don't make no difference whether he's well or sick. "Why, I've known a thousand folks-waal, mebbe not quite a thousand, but-waal, now, jest to show, take the case of Bill Holbrook-you re- | rooVo lor Rill lon,t xya
 ''Bill Holbrook ?" said Mir. Ezra East man; "why, of course I do! Used to live down to Brimfeld, next to the Moses Howard farm"
 "That's the man." resumed MT. Taft. ''Waal, Bill fell sick, kinder moped around tired like for a week or two and then tuck to his bed. His folks sent for Dock Smith -oP Dock Smith that used to carry round pair O leather saddlebsgs-Rosh, they don't hev no sech doctors nowadays Waal, the dock he came an he looked at Bills tongue and felt uv his pulse. an said that Bill had typhus fever. OF Dock Smith was 8 very careful, conselv'tive man, and he never said nothin' unless he knowed he was right.
 "Bill began to git worse, an he kep' a gittin' worse every day. One mornin' ol' Dock Smith sez: Look a-here, Bill, I | lb, can't hol out till nightfall.'
 "Bills mother insisted on a con-sul-ta- tion' bein' held, SO or Dock Smith sent over for young Dock Brainerd. I calc'late that next to ol' Dock Smith, young Dock Brainerd was the smartest doctor that ever lived. .r -r.--s.
 "Waal, pretty soon along come Dock Brainerd, an he an Dock Smith went all over Bill an looked at his tongue an', felt .uv his pulse, am told him it was a gone case, an that he had got to die." Then 4 they went off into the spare chamber to hold their consolidation.
 Il -''Waal, Bill he, lay there in the front room a-pantin' an a-gaspin' and wond rir whether 1t wuz true. As he was thinkin up comes the girl to git clean tablecloth out of the clothes press, an she left the door ajar as she come in. Bill he gave g sniff an his eyes grew more natural like he gathered together all the strength he had an he raised himself up on one elbow and sniffed again. "'Beans, says she, 'beans for dinner
 |" 'Sary, says the dyin' man, I must hey plate uv them beans r
 "'Sakes alive, Mir. Holbrook, says she, if you was to eat any O them beans it'd kill yeP
 If I've got to die, says he, I'm goin to die happy; fetch me plate uv them beansp
 "Waal, Sary she'pikes of to the doctors "'Look a-here, says she, MT. Holbroob smelt the beans cookin', and he says he's got to have a plate uv 'em. Now, whaI shall do bout it?'
 "'He's got to die anyhow, says Docl Brainerd, 'an' don't suppose the beans Il make any diff Trence.'
 "'That's the way I fgger it, says Dock Smith in all my practice never knew of beans hurtin' anybody
 ''So Sary went down to the kitchen an6 brought up plateful of hot baked beans Dock Smith raised Bill up in bed, anG , Dock Brainerd put piller under the small uv Bills back. Then Sary sat dowr by the bed an fed them beans into Bil until Bill couldn't hold any more.
 "'How air you feelin' now,? 2 asked Dock Smith. "Bill didn't say nothin'; he jest smiled sort O peaceful like and closed his eyes.
 The end hez come, said Dock Brain erd, softly Bill is dyin'.' "Then Bill murmured kind O far-away like (as if he was dreaminO, T ain't dyin' I'm dead, an in heaveni "Next mornin' Bill got out uv bed an ; done big days work on the farm, an ht hain't he'd a sick spell since. Them beans cured him I tell you, sir, that beans is, etc., etc.